Moveable Feast Cafe 2016/12/29 … Open Thread

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Since Maria Zakharova has announced that if there is any new affront to Russian embassies there will be a response to US embassies, the outgoing administration has decided to end the year by adding more sanctions against Russia and has expelled 35 Russian diplomats.

Is it not become ludicrous, more temper tantrums of spoiled brat when thwarted? Thus making himself the fool to all. Those professionals will be glad for a holiday, tired of trying to talk to a bunch of clowns anyway.

According to the drooling Swedish MSM monkeys, the Pindos will very soon tell the whole world about 15 particularly evil, nasty Russians that will be fair game to The International Community.

Needless to say, that “gem” was aired immediately in the wake of another despicable piece of news about Syria’s poor ‘rebels’ — personified by a self-styled ‘media activist’ — tormented by Assad’s ‘regime soldiers’ in cooperation with Putin. As usual, I was giggling while listening to the utter preposterous drivel.

The 2008 documentary about the history of the Red Banner – Red Army – Aleksandrov Ensemble, of which Churchill referred as “the singing weapon of Russia” after listening to it at the Yalta Conference in Crimea in 1945. (from Nemo1k)

Maria Zakharova, Russia’s Foreign Affairs Spokesperson, has stated on a national TV show that Obama will go down in history as one of the most evil Presidents and Head of Administrations. We can only agree, that something along the lines of the Nuremburg trials for the Neocons would be most appropriate. (from Inessa S)

Thank you, and we should try to save that brilliant set of revelations by Zakharova before they are cleansed from the ‘free’ internet. I could still see it on Vimeo (your link) and have downloaded it.
Her revelations about the Western ‘partners’ and especially her assessment of Obama and his administration are must-see and priceless.

Thx Anon. The video with the Cute Woman is a pearl. The way, how is she telling & denying, but still telling the truths from her “behind the closed doors” knowlege, is a beautiful material to study & enjoy… ;)

Russia, in my opinion has lost time and opportunities, not pressuring and lobbying in Mexico. It really is not that difficult to expand ones power base in Mexico. Mexican politicians all have and share the same mindset, and it would be easier than most think to sway and turn Mexico from a view to the North to one to the West, Specially now that Trump has won.
Mexico could benefit a lot form Russia, and help Russia gather strength and be able to have a bargaining position in the region that can help catapult it’s negotiation on world issues. It will also allow Mexico to have a stronger bargaining position with the US.

Count Khazar is a dark character. At this holy and bright time of the year I am reminded that Jesus came into this dark world as a babe in a manger. He went from three kings to three crosses in a mere 33 years. I don’t want to do it but I at least should look into the darkness to appreciate the light.

Episode 8 – Count Khazar and the Lodge

The lodge overlooked the Shannon and was secluded by an old stand of oaks. The aristocratic manor had been burned down and the British overlords driven out in the Irish rebellion. By luck, the lodge had survived. Lord called it the luck of the Irish. Lady said it was due to Lady Luck.

The lodge had been remodeled and fitted out with modern conveniences. The large oak beams and fine woodwork of floors, doors, windows, walls and stairs remained. An upstairs back bedroom had been enlarged by removing walls. The expanded kitchen retained its charm and functionality. The fireplaces had been augmented with central heating.

The house was comfortable and grounds were spacious. Artwork of stone, wood, metal and glass were found within and without. The place was rustic and unpretentious, well-suited to the purpose it served. A new well had been drilled and the old stone one continued to provide good water.

Five persons lived at the lodge and guests frequently visited. They were drawn together by a common desire to restore the original love culture of long ago, particularly the sacred love rites of communal sex. It was a project that involved lovers from across time and space.

The upstairs bedroom was referred to as the bower and the heart of the house. The plants and natural artwork gave it a flower feeling, as well as the generous windows which blended greenery outside and inside. Three queen mattresses lay side by side on a carpeted floor. More mattresses could be brought in from the side rooms. Going to the mats was more than a war move.

There was plenty of room to walk around and dance, even with the sofas, chairs and side tables which lined the walls. Musical instruments and audio equipment were near at hand. The fine Irish linen drapes balanced the rough hewn beams. The upstairs three bathrooms had tubs, showers and large closets. Since everyone slept together, it was an efficient use of space.

Love-making and sleeping took place upstairs. Cooking and eating, working and conversing and other activities of living together occurred on the first floor our outdoors among the many feminine dolmens and masculine round and upright stones. Pathways connected gardens, greenhouses, shrines, tree groves, vineyards, ponds and out-lying buildings and joined other paths and roads of the countryside along the river.

The Lodge was a pilot project of cultural restoration. It was too early to involve children due to societal fear and ignorance. Adults would have to pave the way for children of the future, and perhaps save the day for the human species.

The Lodge provided a safe haven for living naturally in small groups as humans once did, sharing most things in common, including sex and intimate affection for all. There were multiple problems to deal with but they were surmounted with clear guidelines and adherence to principles of true love.

The community had ten guidelines derived from the Love Government and its Love Amory-Army: think love, eat Eden vegan, free animals, communal sex, usury-free money and no drugs, abortion, artificial contraception, prostitution or pornography.

The guidelines were only an initial screening. The underlying meaning was embodied in the love community. The world had been turned upside down by lies and violence. The lodge represented a radical resistance to the violation of love by a return to the roots of humanity.

Lord, Lady, Sheila, Arthur and Viola sat at the large oak kitchen table. The food and conversation was lively. Love hung lightly in the air. When the dishes were done, they would prepare for the evening rites of love preceded by music and dancing. The bower would come alive with ever-new surprises as lovers from past, present and future celebrated who they were in their bodies, minds and souls.

Khazar felt their radiation cross over the Strait of Dover from Eire at the same time Lord was hit by a God-awful sensation from Transylvania. The war had turned personal and spiritual.

The Count took the elevator down to the candle-lit Hall of Judgement to commune with his black magicians. Lord walked up stairs to a community of lovers and their evening celebrations. The rituals of love would once again restrain the religions of war. To counter the Force, it was necessary to connect with the Source.

As an Irish woman I must point out how unlikely it is that the radiation would cross at the Strait of Dover, the shortest sea crossing from England to France. It would first have to cross the Irish sea, then Wales and the widest part of England. It would then traverse the North Sea before encountering the landmass of Europe somewhere in the Netherlands before travelling on to Romania/Transylvania.

You seem to have Eire positioned somewhere on the Kentish coast of England. Pedantic maybe, but small and insignificant though Eire might be on the world stage, no Irish person would take that lying down. ;)

Here is a nice map. Eire is the green blob in the sea to the west of England. The yellow bit at the top is British (the occupied 6 counties) :

Thanks for the information. You are correct and should the impossible happen, you will receive all due credit. I will have to adjust the story, possibly by introducing the quantum theory into the physics of radiation. Einstein proved that light bends. I suspect that Russian scientists are taking that even further with weaponry that goes around corners. I once lived in Ireland and have visited Transylvania but had no idea of their connection until now. Leave it to the Irish to weave a story out of that. Keep me informed of other misdemeanors. Cheers.

“The community had ten guidelines derived from the Love Government and its Love Amory-Army: (….)…, communal sex,…..

So – not sure here. Perhaps you could clarify. If a man and woman in such an environment, actually found each other as a “special” person, and person of high value, and went off and shared a very private sexual experience, — this would be considered, what? Bad?
Must they keep it secret? If discovered, would they be hauled – naked I’m sure – before a Love Jury and Love Judge, and made to explain, be punished, maybe have some group rape as a punishments??

Your question seems to be: can a traditional love relationship of a man and woman be integrated into a communal sex situation? Yes, it can.

Would it be considered bad? No, it would not.

Since love necessitates freedom, such a couple would be free to move from a private to a communal love relationship if they were open about it. Hiding it would cause problems for them and the community since secrecy as a rule is not freedom.

I assume that you are sarcastic about being hauled before a judge with group rape as a possible punishment. I assume you are sincere about a desire for enlightenment. Correct me if I’m wrong.

“I assume that you are sarcastic about being hauled before a judge with group rape as a possible punishment. I assume you are sincere about a desire for enlightenment. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

Right and wrong Mr. Leary. You are correct – I was being sarcastic. However you are wrong assuming I actually thought there was any enlightenment to be found in the animalistic idea of group sex. However, you were right in that I simply wanted to clarify what your “take” on the situation was.

If you beleive I would think that there is anything to be learned about group sex, you clearly didn’t bother to read a word of the long and detailed essay I put up a couple of cafes back explaining what Love is tome, and why the very idea of group groping is repellent and in fact the antithesis of Love.

Do you realise what you have done with your group grope concept?

You have eliminated the concept of the Divine – of God, whatever one conceives Him to be – from Love between ONE man and ONE woman.

And that I find pretty awful.

I notice the name you give your Valley. Vulgar [!] Valley – something you tread all over in your walking boots. Somewhat illuminating, I think.

Waked up by my fake clock
With a sound of a drunk cock
Then taking up my fake jeans
With colors like baked beans.
My shoes are also faked Nikee
And felt myself like faked lucky
Searching something to eat
Found a faked slice of meat
Watching TV ? felt abused…
Of abundant great fake news
Another channel, fields of cotton
Oh, I’ve pushed the false button !
A robber just ambushed everyone
Taking their money with faked gun
False is spreading like the fake
They share the same old stake
Fake is searching for the cake
Cake is asking for a break.
I’ve kissed the hand of a woman
Turned out, she was a man
The people laughting at me
But they new that she, is he
As old man giving them some fun
Felt myself really, like a clown…
In this crazy world of fake
I’ll kiss no hands, just shake !
False and fake making the day,
Day is faked by false made pray
Another learning, keeping the way.
The left and right becoming a fake
Till someone is drawn into the lake.
My old communist days are gone
Surely it wasn’t fake or an illusion
Letting me with memories alone
Knowing, the world is in confusion.

Miss Demeanor leapt a corn
Of green cornucopia fields.
How the leprechauns leap
Sideways up and downways!
Wending and fending
The light bending elves
Delving dancing defending
The Rights of their Bending
Of Lightening at speed.
Drowning the straits
Of the bending of Ireland
South East West North!

You tested the limits you went way beyond the boundaries of danger. you drank alcohol, you drove very fast motorbikes, tried speed (boring as hell – just keeps you up all night) you tried LSD (30 times – but never Magic Mushrooms – you had been warned against them) You never injected Heroin and You Never Snorted Cocaine.

Yes I was very working class (terraced house in Oldham) and I got a job and I did learn to fly (Gliding) and I also eventually Learned to Dive (though unlike Both Our Kids – I do not have a Professional Diving Certificate) – but I’ve Done it.

I have Never worked Directly for any Government Organisation..I worked for Largely Private Companies -and Negotiated With These People in Government (as their representative) posh meetings (ICL Manchester) – some of who’m we actually quite liked – but we kept our distance – I just couldn’t understand why the “Fuzzy” Robert Plant look alike – got invited to the Government CCA’s (before the T’s Hen Night – Whilst I Didn’t). They changed to the CCTA.

Maybe it was because I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time, and my Mum Dressed Me like My Dad.

There is only so much you can do when you are 19…and go to work on a Motorbike in 1972 after University. They said we will pay you 39p a mile if you get a car. I had already passed my test.

That is awful image, angels do not fall, they cannot. but people as angels fall, before they rise again. I wanted to place a link to a Damien Hurst’s Fallen Angel image, but do not know how, perhaps you will find, and share here. . .

“Antonio Canova is the starting point for Hirst’s second exhibit. ‘Fallen Angel’, the pose explicitly borrowed from Canova’s sculpture The Repentant Magdalene, is perhaps the most arresting piece in Gloucester Cathedral. Again, no suggestion of sexlessness here: this stunning golden image with huge wings presents a young woman kneeling back against the stump of a tree, her long hair falling, as Mary Magdalene’s conventionally does, over her shoulders and back. The gold is so highly polished that it is not easy to see at first the harm she has done herself. Scratched across her stomach are the words LOVE ME x, and her arms are scarred with cuts.”

A few hours after the end of the new year, two video blogs by the ineffable professor Juan Carlos Monedero, about the rise of the extreme right, and who are positioning themselves in front of it, and the future of the left, in Spain, in Spanish.

Especially dedicated to all those who try, in the delirium of curling the curl and disguise themselves again, merge the left with the extreme right declaring at the same time that the left has died.
As vot tak says in another thread, the left is more alive than ever, even in the USA, where it has a color, black, but especially in Europe, where majorities, needing to dedicate 90% of their time and two thirds of life to work to earn their bread, feel the need to continue claiming against the rampant reduction of rights and wages while elites multiply their profits exponentially and the extreme right turns the attention to immigrants.
A majority, in the USA, in Europe and in the world, who do not have the time, nor fro that matter the desire, to investigate the percentage of this or that blood it can include their DNA coming from their remotest ancestors, because it seems inconsequential to them, since they know that the discovery of this or that blood will not give them any advantage, as those who investigate these small things most probably think, even when they do so in the middle of an alleged anti-racist discourse.

P.S: As may be you will have to see an advertisement for alcoholic beverages, I would advise moderation at the next year-end celebration, especially to those who already started the celebrations last night. Remember that when one is drunk it is possible that you get your true nature out.

Alcohol does bring out the true person, for good or ill. The Left has a lot of work to do. If we end up just fighting the Right, then we will only be aiding our enemy to divide and conquer the People. Keep our rage for the Establishment, the MIC and the Empire. On this we all agree.

My last post has not appeared. Would you be so kind as to inform me, if you can, whether this is another case of it being sent to the Saker, and that if I receive no reply I should consider the matter closed. If this is indeed the case, I bid you all a fond farewell.

You must give more detail …. time/date/subject would allow us to look to see if ‘last post’ is posted… 6 moderators cover 24 hours so we have no knowledge of what action previous moderators have taken .. only the log and the queue of items that are awaiting saker’s attention. mod-hs

I posted also one at about 4:00 p.m. UTC + 1, my time and also the time at the RSS Feed of Comments, answering a commenter at The Saker´s last post on Russian ethnicity, on martial arts sources in English which took a while to make up, and, which despite asking two times the mods in the perios of eight hours, I had no response, nor my post was published, as happened to me also the other day when I was said to be “irrational” in my claim.

Thanks for your reply. The post was entitled “Episode 9 – Count Khazar and Anastasia”. I would estimate that it was posted about this time yesterday but I have no record of the time.

If I do not hear back otherwise, I will assume that it was judged to be unacceptable. I have no problem with that since this is a community of shared information and interests. I appreciate whatever feedback I am given. The Saker has no obligation to respond if the post was sent to him. I am speaking of very sensitive matters and understand the dangers. The Saker has a serious responsibility as do we all. Besides, he is currently on minimum service mode, attending to family and religious concerns.

If the feedback I receive is deemed not appropriate, I will probably go on minimum service myself in regard to participation here since I feel accountable for sharing the information I am given with this vineyard, but that’s a two-way street. I bear in mind that I could be mistaken which is why I need a competent community of peers who freely speak their minds regarding myself.

I haven’t made a point of seeking out his articles weekly, or anything like that, but several months ago Saker posted a few of them here on this site. Eric Zuesse even answered some of the comments people here had about his articles posted. If you do a search (Zuesse) you will probably retrieve this author’s unignored material from the Vineyard archives.

“How jewish is Christianity, less jewish than Bolshewism or 100 times more?”

My own sense is that Zuesse’s current history contributions are mostly agreeable to supporters of a Multipolar World who appreciate Russia as the cornerstone of such a world, whereas his “Ventriloquists” book goes so deep into the extremely touchy areas of religion that such matters will only ever be sorted out of if the human race survives the attempted New World (dis) Order in the next decade or two and works peacefully on such matters for at least several more generations. If not centuries.

Whoops forgot to sing my post. The poem is an old one (signed anon). I found it in one of those dear oldd fashioned hard bound volumes from former days. It has many devotional images and poems of the Holy Mother. Old fashioned on my knees devotional prayer has been doing my soul good over these Twelve Holy Nights.
I could happily live in some remote village somewhere with an old church celebrating midnight rituals. (Romania maybe?). Not this time- I’m stuck in the belly of the evil beast- not even a decent parish. church. Luckily I have a long view- already planning that next incarnation.
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Patriarch Kirill had a problem. A young woman by the name of Anastasia had shown up in Moscow five years ago. She attracted a large following, no doubt due to her captivating personality, striking physical beauty, social media presence and association with Grand Duchess Anastasia, the youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas II, both murdered in the revolution along with their whole family.

What bothered the patriarch were the ideas Anastasia was introducing to the youth of the nation. She seemed to be a devout Orthodox, attending services with rapt attentiveness, and kneeling before the icons of the Virgin as if in a trance. However, what she was saying in her public meetings was a strange mixture of questionable derivation.

Father Igor had run a background check but came up with nothing. No parents, relatives, formal education, work record or close friends. Her papers were in order but her references were likewise untraceable. The older members of the churches viewed her with suspicion and resentment.

Some said she was connected with Pussy Riot, had murdered a husband in Siberia, was a foreign agent, performed miracles, had visions of the Virgin and received secrets, practiced black magic and attended black masses, was abducted by UFO’s, collaborated with Dr. Judy Wood and used quantum energy mind control.

Anastasia seemed to cast a spell over unseasoned minds and unguarded hearts. The patriarch’s own trusted informants themselves had been infected with her charms.

Academics from Moscow University said she spoke of the first Russians as descending from a different race than the humans who came out of Africa. She claimed they came through the North Pole auroral electro-magnetic energy field which accounted for their fair skin and blue eyes.

Anastasia opined that these characteristics bred jealousy and hatred in Russia’s enemies, abetted by Russia’s possession of the world’s largest landmass, protected by the uninhabitable north.

Father Igor was not the only one investigating her. Count Khazar had gotten wind of her through his spies. He was piqued by her reference to the brown-skinned, brown-eyed mixed breeds who had come to the southern Russian frontier some 50,000 years ago and 2000 years ago after the Roman destruction of Jerusalem.

The Count recalled that Russia had destroyed the Khazar Kingdom and was still a thorn in his side now, interfering with his plan for world domination. He could not endure such insults.

And now this sorceress appeared to foil his plans for subjugating Russia. If he put her down, she would just become a martyr and feed the fire of Russian sovereignty illusions even further.

He would have to marginalize her by making her look like a fool or sexual pervert. His Russian media puppets would have to earn their pay and prove their loyalty. And as for that fool, Kirill, let Anastasia, whoever she was, prove to be a thorn in his side, and Putin’s as well.

The Count leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. Smiling, he thought to himself, “The Russkies are getting over-confident. Good. Fat paunches have lean pates.”

Patriarch Kirill decided to give Putin a call. He could find out who she was. The Anastasian movement threatened both church and state. They would have to find some excuse to meet, perhaps for the anniversary of some church or monastery. Anastasia was casting a spell over the land, even appearing in the dreams of patriotic citizens. Something had to be done.

2016 moved in fortunate directions, overall. Despite some disappointments for front-line victims of the Empire to this day and no doubt for some time to come, the tide may have really turned, where medium term security and prosperity may yet bless this suffering planet.

I took the new quirks on the site (not seeing end result of posting comment, as before, having to do Control F5 often, not to open up a week old Cafe, higher than normal frustration level from others) in stride, realizing there are no gremlins singling me out for persecution.

And I don’t see that events allowed for much rest by Saker and Mods, so far. No surprise there. I must have said a dozen times “No rest for the wicked……OR the good.” quite sure that the wicked just try harder when their evil is set back even one iota. And it has been set back 1000 times more than that, IMHO.

So, I kept up a little less than before and commented much less, recently.

I rested up by playing with my only present: A Kindle. I got one book on it nearly half read: Dmitri Rogozin’s Hawks for Peace.

The guy has a sense of humor I really appreciate. Youthful escapades and political adventures are recounted amidst commentary on the traumas of the late 1980’s and 1990’s. I am not yet to the arrival on the scene of Putin in the current century.

Employment seeking graduate Dmitri sought journalistic jobs but was rejected by Vremnya on “anti-nepotism” guidelines for having a father-in-law that was a colonel in the KGB. So he went to Novosti Press Agency for an interview with Chief Editor Igor Rappoport, and was extremely apprehensive about pronouncing that last name correctly……..”which was exactly what happened. Nervous, I knocked at the door of his office and upon hearing his “Who is there?” opened the door ajar and said “Howdy, I am looking for Igor Mikhailovich Ribbentrop!”

Rappoport yelled: “Get lost!” and threw a book in my direction…………”

Job search was not yet successful.

Dmitri was quick on his feet in the Moscow dramas of Yeltin vs Parliament, Ruskoy, etc. He had studied Spanish, French and Italian. His current affiliation at the time was with nationalists and noticed none of them were getting into the hub of action one day in Moscow, at The “White House” at the height of the crisis, so he tried an old expired press credential from Moscow International Press Club that was worded in English, assumed it would work in the confusion and excitement at the entrance where a lieutenant was examining press credentials, handed him the expired one and……….. “I held out my hand to shake his, and said “Merci!”…….and in the blink of an eye “a French journalist” was running up the stairs to the second floor, which led to the spacious balcony of the White House. On the balcony everything was set up for “the revolutionary leaders” to address the crowd……”

And so Rogozin became as close an eye witness to tragedy as history as it is possible to be.

Besides watching and learning from these Russian stars of history, Putin, Rogozin, etc, and these fading bad actors Obama, Hillary my attention is on the prospects of a devastating break in the USA away from the AZ stranglehold. I expect that will continue to be a brutal battle with no respite for holidays, human decency, or anything else, for that matter.

And that’s where Hamilton, updated comes in. Next year. Not today. Too much to read and reflect on today

This year, for the waning hours of it, I’ll share a conversation among American friends one or two of whom I know a bit, where Russia is spoken of in terms and references unfamiliar to me, A Soviet movie “Taming of the Fire”, a space hero S.P.Korolyov and a space scientist Konstantin Tsiolkovsky:

This reported conversation a day or two ago is described as follows:

“They were like trickles, joining to streams and eventually into a great river, always propelled by an unseen, intangible force. What force? The greatest of all forces: the self-subsisting positive, the common aims of mankind. How is it possible that something which you didn’t even believe to exist at one time, can later become the purpose of your life? Can become the mission whose importance even far outweighs your life itself?

One dichotomy which ran through the discussion, one especially acute in today’s U.S.A., was that of “culture” versus “productivity,” as they are wrongly understood to differ from each other. This false dichotomy goes back to Hegel’s lying distinction between “Geisteswissenschaft” (the humanities) as against “Naturwissenschaft” (natural science) in the 19th Century. It was exacerbated by Bertrand Russell’s decortication of science, against Einstein, beginning in 1900. Franklin Roosevelt worked successfully towards overcoming it until he was effectively removed from office by the FBI, while he was still alive. Then, after World War II, it was still further inflamed by the poison pumped out by the British Empire’s Congress for Cultural Freedom.

The full Congress for Cultural Freedom program never took hold in the Soviet Union, although there were numerous other severe problems; this is why Friedrich Schiller seemed to be more respected at times in the Soviet satellite of East Germany than in Western Germany. Soviet thinking always correlated productivity with the cultural level. Witness the 1972 Soviet movie “The Taming of the Fire,” a heavily-fictionalized portrayal of space hero S.P. Korolyov. Director Khrabrovitsky was forced by the censors to change almost all of the facts and names, but he placed all the more emphasis on some basic truths. Almost as soon as the film opens, pioneering Russian space scientist Konstantin Tsiolkovsky is passionately trying to explain to young Korolyov, how and why the “cultural level” of the entire country must move far, far upwards if its factories are to be able to produce cosmic rockets, artificial satellites (“sputniks”), and space vehicles.

Most everything President Putin does, reflects his higher standpoint on this struggle to upgrade Russian culture, as reflected, for instance, in his year-end press-conference.

Within the new international paradigm created by Vladimir Putin and the Chinese leadership, and after the dumping of the Bush-Obama dictatorship, a renaissance and a U.S. economic recovery–one and the same thing from two different viewpoints,–are now immediately on the agenda if we act to bring them about.”

Hmmmm. Russia as an example of turnaround from decay and collapse to renaissance, that should be, could be emulated here????

Processes do unfold quicker in the modern era of mankind. A film to see. Some new names to get acquainted with.

I’ll try to post the whole thing and link over on that other thread re Russia in 2016, time and family permitting. Now they are not permitting me to linger longer here this hour.

Finsh the job in 2017! Defang the Empire’s War on Russia (and humanity itself)!

I totally love your post. I am absorbing it by osmosis… along with my early start on New Year’s ‘Stoli’.
This phrase caught my attention particularly: “One dichotomy which ran through the discussion, one especially acute in today’s U.S.A., was that of “culture” versus “productivity,” as they are wrongly understood to differ from each other.”

Having once aced a course in William Blake, read by Northrop Frye, I was reminded of a quote (‘outburst’ really, which is how I think of Blake and Dostoyevsky and most people I cherish):

“Art precedes Empire, and not vice-versa.”

I believe now, that what Blake was saying is ‘Art is the embryo without the birth of which no potentialities are available to a culture.”

As a born seditionist, Blake was not championing Empire – Empire being only one of the possibilities of art/culture – He was championing art, which challenges us humans into choosing between good and evil.

And from there, we get to this:

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

I like the way, Russian War-Leaders, I read, Shukow, Tschuikow, Moskalenko et al
show the same respect for “professional” reconnaissance as the basic of
any adult politic or fight. “To know yourself, to know the enemy – hundred battles
without defeat”.

We enter the great turning of the Wheel of the Year. Tomorrow comes January- named after the God Janus who has two faces- one looking forward and the other backward. The future rests upon the past.

In the last days of 2106, upon the world stage V Putin provided a noble example of maintaining one’s dignity and spiritual uprightness in the face of unwarranted lies and actions. He turned the other cheek. This is a deed worthy to emulate. He is truly a world leader demonstrating true humanity. May we balance the extremes of left and right within us and maintain the equanimity and certainty of our spiritual center.

Have you seen Venus shinning so brilliantly as the evening star? I go out to greet her as night falls. She seems to beam her love currents and creative energies across the starry heavens, blessing us and suffusing her beloved sister- our suffering earth- with beneficent emanations. The Gods and Angels are with us. 2017 will need great heroes and truth warriors. May Wisdom and Love prevail in all our trials. May the future sustain creative world existence!

Greetings and Blessings Dear Saker Friends with much gratitude for all the wise and heartfelt contributions to the 2016 cafe.
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I’ve been watching Venus through my telescope every night it’s been clear, which hasn’t been often enough as we’ve been getting rain, fabulous rain, which in the SW we tend to like a lot. Venus, as usual when so bright and high, shows a glorious cresent. One of my favorite ‘scope routines.

Recent shares by Elsi (on the Martial Arts — actually, Mods, it was a bit relevant to the thread, but somewhat oblique so I get your point), the Maria Zakharova video above, and the numerous contributions of Franz, Bro, Earthrise and so many others, point to the unique and marvelous fertile ground for real “seeds of change” this place has become. So happy to have seen it through the last few years. What’s funny is that many postulations from three years ago, considered “speculative”, have now been established as fact. This is the only place in town (the English-speaking Internet) that has been crucial for pondering not only the present but indeed the future.

Sharing a video about the history of Wudang is a perfect example of how the Internet can change and form communities sharing trusted knowledge to trusted comerades for the benefit of everybody. All in all, the site has been a unique success. Happy New Year to All, as it starts to pour down much needed heavy winter rain in my thirsty desert state, thank God! God bless you, Saker friends.

And tonight the moon visits Venus. I hope it does not rain at your eventide. And I like imagining many faces across the world gazing upwards towards Moon and Venus, who is receiving star shine upon their brows. I believe the stars love our gaze as well. Human hearts and heavenly stars gazing lovingly upon one another! Perhaps that is how God imagined it also.
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Through the cloudy mists, 5 minutes ago, I saw the outlines of Venus and the crescent Moon. No rain so far. Thanks to you, I’ll be watching this awesome spectacle peer through the clouds for the next hour or two, thanks!

When we look at a star, a tiny piece of it touches our eye. Over millions and billions of light years that particle has travelled, to end up in the eye of a beholder. A beholder who themselves is made up of the atoms of our mother star which has passed, and powered by the energy of her daughter in our sky. Stars looking at each other over time and space.

One more 2017 – Year of the the Truth Warrior- New Year’s greeting from me.
Pure courage resounds through this music and this man. The clip has fantastic photos.
I especially love the last 1.5 minutes.
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Churkin on the ceasefire resolution..
“This is a very important initiative. This resolution which was adopted by us today speaks to the need to have compliance with cessation of hostilities of regime in Syria and of a very important meeting in Astana, where delegations of the opposition and of the government will for the first time meet face to face,” he added. https://www.almasdarnews.com/article/russia-do-not-complicate-the-situation-in-syria/

Plainly stating what he thought of the Saudi crowd, the so called High Negotiations Committee.

On Christmas Eve at the local church I picked up a Catholic calendar. New Year Day is a solemnity of Mary, the Holy Mother of God. That is the most awesome of concepts which fits well with a new time reset. Imagine. God has a mother. It boggles the mind and opens endless avenues of thought.

New Year is a human invention from way back. Used to be based on the moon but that proved too difficult to control. The sun is more regular, Control is what our modern culture is all about. We used to be governed by the Mother and her moon cycles of ovulation with a more subtle kind of control, if we want to call it that. Control boils down to “con” and “troll,” not an appealing combo for me.

The sun also used to be a womam sign. At this moment, she is peaking over the horizon in a teasing way with the rosy cheeks of dawn. Behind every Mother is a Lover. Love makes the world go ’round after all.

I predict that this is the year in which Fathers will rediscover their real role of supporting the Mother and therefore the Lover. The white male Trump movement intends to restore western civilization. It’s way too narrow-minded but it’s a good sign, despite what the cry-baby lefties with their submerged violence act out.

God the Father will reconsider his history and open nature’s book of herstory. He will acknowledge that he has a mother and therefore a lover. Patriarchy will take the first baby steps back to loverarchy. The Love Army is an incipient example of the restoration of love and the Love Bower even more so.

A vineyard is an apt and providential symbol of the changing of the times. Traditionally it was an icon of feasting and celebrating love. The golden sun is now shining through my icy window pane, just risen from her bed.

The saker falcon is another prodigious sign of the times. It goes back to the phoenix, the fire bird of life. Jesus said: “I have come to cast fire upon the earth and how restless I am until it be blazing.” Now there’s a man for you. “Take him for all in all.”

Now the sun is high enough to mirror herself on the icy lake of water. Art holds up a mirror to nature. The saker vineyard is an artistic name, strong and gentle. The game is in the name. Love and War is the greatest of games.

Football is big here in Green Bay Packer land. I take it as a sign of a much larger game. We want our team to win and are thrilled when it does. Wow, that sun is really bright now, a double one with the mirrored reflection, one above the other. Can’t really tell which is the real one by looking but of course I “know” the top one is natural and the lower one artificial. I think there’s a lesson in that.

I haven’t made a New Year resolution. Never worked for me anyway “even when it did come true.” I have a week left here in the north before I hop the train back to California. Chief Tomah seeks Maiden Ojai. The way it was meant to be. And then if he’s lucky, she’ll seek him. “Don’t she look good, comin’ after me?” I used to take the Southwest Chief past Dodge City and all that western lore but I had to get out of Dodge.

Don’t mind me; I’m just rappin’ in the wind. Whatever will be, will be. There are no words to express what’s happening but if there was one word it would be love, judging by its popularity and ironically its abuse. A magic word to be sure; whether black or white or rainbow is up to me.

1/1/17 is attractive–three ones and a seven. They add up to 10, everything and nothing, man and womam. Sex underlies all, even love.

Time to do something but I don’t know what. Wait for the new cafe to open I guess. That would be nice–opening on the first day of the year. I don’t know what I’d do without you. My world would be a little less fun. I like to stir things up a bit, Dennis the Menace style. Maybe that could be my resolution: to keep the pot boiling, or in line with the graphics here, make a tempest in a tea cup.

Maybe the Tempest would be a good play to read during this year of the Trump. Or Dylan’s Tempest. Oh, Miranda, what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? No, this is a paradise, at least it was created that way. If the Love Army and the Saker Cafe have their say, it shall be so. Mark my word.

Today’s the Rose Bowl parade. What do you make of that? Now if it were only in Beautiful Red Square under the watchful eyes of The Man, Putin the Brave, watching out for Mother Russia and all her earth children like a Father ought to do.

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